V is for – A Viper’s Misguided Revenge

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“I dare you to tell me the truth.”

Evelyn glared at me with such intensity that it made me feel hot under the collar. 

Perhaps that was a tinge of guilt, not that I had done anything wrong, but her meddling sister had been in her ear again, and I was never going to live down the fact that I chose Evelyn over her.

It had taken me a week to realise Darcy, her older sister, was a manipulative and evil woman like their mother had been.   And years before, I had rediscovered Evelyn, and another after that, before we started dating.

Now it was the week of the wedding, and Darcy was up to her old tricks.  Her sister was happy and settled, Darcy was not, and she didn’t like it.

“The truth about Elizabeth.”

Oh, Elizabeth.  The other girl I’d liked at school, and was out of my league, then and now.  Darcy trotted her out every time she wanted to make Evelyn unsettled, hinting that we had had a long-standing relationship the whole time, and secretly, I was more in love with her.

The truth?  I was not.  She had told me a long time ago that anything with me was impossible because of her parents’ expectations.

“Well, the obvious truth is she’s a lovely lady, single, simply because she doesn’t trust any man, and probably will remain so now that she has taken over the running of her family business.  You and I both know for a fact she has spent three weeks at best this side of the Atlantic this year, so I’m not sure when we’re supposed to have found time to be together.”

It was the same answer I gave her the last time and the time before that.  And it would be the next time if there was a next time.  I always took it as a sign that if Evelyn was looking for excuses, she started prevaricating.

“You’ve made four two-week trips to England in the last six months.”

This was true, and I told her the details of each trip, where I went, who I saw, and called her twice a day, first thing in the morning and last thing at night.

I sighed.  I just caught a glimpse of Darcy outside the door to the room, listening to the fruits of her labours, to break us up.  Perhaps it was time to do so.  Darcy was never going to give up, and Evelyn was always going to not fully trust me.

“The truth is always going to be what you believe, Evelyn, not what I say.  And if you want the truth, right now, it is that whatever it is we think we have, it’s not going to work.  Not if you’re going to let Darcy undermine our relationship.  So, here’s the truth, Evelyn.  We should not get married and spend the rest of our lives regretting it.  There has been and always will be only one girl for me, and that’s you.  It’s a pity Darcy can’t see that.  So, another truth, Evelyn, let Darcy pick your husband, get her seal of approval, and perhaps then she’ll stop making everybody else’s life as miserable as hers is.  I’m sorry, Evelyn, but enough is enough.”

“The wedding is off?”  Why did she suddenly sound incredulous?

“It’s what Darcy wants, and you apparently agree with her.  As for me, I’m done with Washington. I actually quit my job yesterday, and in about three hours, I’m getting on a plane to go home.  Since my father died, my mother has not been coping with the business, and Joey is about as useless as Darcy is.  Pity they didn’t get married, they are certainly a pigeon pair.  But there it is, you live and learn.  Goodbye, Evelyn.  I really do hope you find what you’re looking for, but as far as I can see, it’s not me.”

I gave her a final look up and down, realising that I would never find another like her ever again.  Then I shook my head and walked out of the room.  Had she asked me to come back, I would have.  Had she said she was no longer going to listen to her sister, I would have believed her, but she said nothing.

Darcy was waiting at the front door and opened it as I approached.

“How does it feel to be a loser?” she asked.

“You always said you’d get your revenge.”

“Yes,” she smiled, the cat who ate the canary, “I did.”

I smiled back.  “What do you do for a living again?”

“I pick and choose companies I believe are very good investments for our clients, and we make a lot of money.  I make a lot of money.”

“What was your prediction for Billingsgate?”

“Not what happened.  That was an aberration.  Whoever owns it just happened to be in the right place at the right time.”

“I know; that was my brainchild, Darcy.  And like I said, and I know you were listening in, I sold the company, the same as quitting my job, and now I’m going home.  I did it for Evelyn, but thanks to you, she’ll miss that opportunity.  Not your best work, Darcy.”

The expression on her face, as I walked through the door, was priceless.

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